Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1887-05-26

~ ~ on thy happy lens
And roofs ~ mount and mere and bcuohes
And all my heart stlrs with thy brave renown
knd yields lts voice--e'cn such slight notes -
these
That am Of thee makes me loving bold
In question Of thy welfare, cen that thoI
Pass on 10 utier peace this song fold
In flowers and thy beloved banner now,
And lay the tribute on thy priceless mold
The golden dust Of each slain hero's brow.
Pluck roses and mingle your tears with their
dew,
rctch poppics that IRE the long burrows Of
corn.
i,ring daisies meek-fca,urcd, and violcis blue,
All pure as babccyes when they twinkle at
morn.
Dring spa,hcs Of tho apple aud biuebclls to
toll
Akncil that is fragrance above each green
tomb;
bring mayaowers with dew in each white
and pinks and laburnums just breaking in
bloom.
Bring orchis and tulips and honeycd foxglovc
From hauuts where the ivy and columbine
creep.
Bring softly all blossoms that honey bees love,
And Rarlsnd tho graves where our gallant
boys sleep.
Lot children with fingers undabblcd Of blood
Bear wrcaths 10 each barrow inclosiny dear
dust;
Bring sweets from tho garden and fronds from
the wood,
While age gathers wisdom and swords gathor
rust
a moment turn back to she days that are dead
And mark the long lines as they marshal and
clash;
with wine brewed in battle tho sections are
red,
And Order seems lost in the loud eannon's
crash.
But the motive IN nature Is greater than non,
For links IN the chain have been snapped in
the past
To be hurled by strong Justice together again,
And In tears and IN bloodshed the rlyets madc
fast.
For when Earth swung out from its simbals Of
FIRE
on invklblc cables to roll round the sun,
Was its mission not Man. and Love the strong
With Life to be forged as the cycles were
runi
Aye deeds are the hammers that fashion the
rice,
And Earth Is the anvil whercon Purpose lays
The ends OF oil causes and snites with q mace
That YIELDS into girders the gold Of the days.
The vast human fragments must glow ere they
weld,
BE hot with rcd rage aid the anguish Of hoat
And hard on the anvil OF Purpose be held
Ere aims shall be one and the seasons be
sweet
Loi the tears OF that time have turned into
pearls:
The nan of fierce War has but ibeaten out
Good
Der The blue and tho sray now our banner un.
furls,
For Unions sweet flower biossomed out Of
their blood.
The sweep OF the sections together in strife,
Like the smiling together OF Gods mighty
hands
Smote fire round the world and thrill through
4. all life.
And buds OF fair freedom broke forth in far
lands.
All wrought Mt Gods purpose, then let US for
10, Liberty's sunbeams our whole kingdom
kiss,
Here Rn are born frcomen, here Justice shall
I've,
Forget in the glory and greatness Of this.
Then southwark strong North, with flowers In
your hands,
Cast looks OF glad greeting with love in your
eyes
And noythward sweet South, warm heart Of all
lands,
Look prayer OF fond peace for all the broad
skies;
For ours is the queen OF all realms meath the
sun,
The garden OF Eden, the bride OF the world;
Here Worth became sovereign, here Freedom
was won,
Then keep their nag high and forever un-
furlcd
Thcn garland each grave, and remember each
name
To breath II with reverence up into the air,
That silence may never iow over their fame,
That yalor be dear and their oouches b. fair.
For these are the seals of our greatness and
peace,
The arks that the Covenpnts ever shall hold
or hearts that paid blood lest freedom should
cease.
Whose deeds are now Jewels, whose ashes are
gold
ALyA MILTON KERR